DESIRÉE DOYLE
The door to Iris' room creaked open, causing me to look up from the book in my hands and my eyes met with that of one of the maids. Her eyes landed on me and relief coursed through her eyes. I flashed her a smile in return.
"Ma'am said—"
"What the f**k is your problem?!" Iris growled and I almost shrunk into the headboard of the bed because of the raw vitriol her words were laced with.
The maid immediately went pale and I swung my head in the direction of the tall girl that was just stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped loosely around her frame.
If looks could kill, the terrified girl would have been six feet under. She looked so rattled, as if she was about to align her body with the surface of the door.
"Are you dumb?" she asked coldly, prowling forward a
